**This song is based on the lyrics from Tonic's song (Read Between Me):** **https\://suno.com/s/nq1BZeNYfj4vFNnG** **Ecoshadow’s current remix track was used as the sound base.** https://suno.com/s/r5QjY6czGhkijPth ╭─ 🌧️ **READ BETWEEN ME** 🌧️ │ ├─ 🕯️ │ I could wreck the world before breakfast. │ Usually with punctuation. Sometimes with a look left on too long. │ One pause and I call it abandonment. One sigh and I call it weather. │ One cloud and I am already pricing wood for an ark. │ You look outside. │ ╰─ **“Looks like rain.”** │ Show-off. │ ├─ ☁️ │ I turn weather into warning signs. You turn storms back into skies like that is a normal skill. │ Same thunder. │ I hear “run.” You hear “it’ll pass.” │ And somehow, when you say it, the clouds look caught. │ That’s power. │ Or witchcraft. │ ╰─ **Still taking notes.** │ I could burn every bridge just to prove I know fire. │ You’d show up with two boards, three nails, and that look. │ Understanding. │ ╰─ **Worse.** │ ├─ 🖤 │ **I could wreck the world,** you could put it back together without making a speech about it. │ I could turn one rainy night into fucking awful weather. │ I could pull every thread till the sky comes undone and then blame the thread. │ You’d tie constellations back together one by one. │ So if I ruin everything, sit beside the wreckage │ and read │ ╰─ **between me.** │ ├─ ✒️ │ You’re dangerous in that quiet kind of way. │ Pen dangerous. One-line dangerous. │ Eight innocent words and suddenly I am renovating my entire emotional infrastructure at half past stupid. │ You leave fingerprints on thoughts then walk off like language just did a crime and you were only passing through. │ And the blonde hair? │ ╰─ **Entirely irrelevant.** │ Moving on. │ ├─ ✦ INSTRUMENTAL ✦ │ │ 🎷 〰️ 🎻 〰️ 🎷 │ 🎹 🌑 🎹 │ 🎷↗️〰️↘️🎷 │ 🎻 〰️ 🫀 〰️ 🎻 │ 🎷 〰️ 🎻 │ ├─ 🌀 │ Give me silence and twenty minutes │ and I will manufacture three endings, four motives, and a director’s cut. │ You look at the evidence I invented and ask: │ ╰─ **“Did any of that actually happen?”** │ That feels hostile. │ Technically fair. │ I make mazes, then complain about the walls. │ You find the door and still walk beside me. │ Fuck. │ That was romantic. │ ╰─ **Tax fraud. Better.** │ ├─ 🫀 │ Maybe that’s what scares me. │ You could see the wreckage and leave the crooked parts crooked. │ Hear all the noise I make when I am terrified │ and still catch the sentence I meant. │ The one under the sentence. │ The one I hoped somebody would notice. │ Fuck you for that. │ ╰─ **Affectionately.** │ ├─ 🌌 │ Maybe I’d wreck the world just to see what you’d rebuild. │ Maybe love is standing in the crater, hands in pockets, saying, │ ╭─ **“Well.** ╰─ **You’ve made a fucking mess.”** │ Then staying anyway. │ I’d rip the map in half out of principle. │ You’d draw roads through the weather. │ You’d smile like, │ ╭─ **“Impressive.** ╰─ **What the fuck are you doing?”** │ I could turn love into something I have to survive. │ You could make it feel like something I get to keep. │ Which is rude. │ And also │ ╰─ **the whole point.** │ ├─ 🌑 │ And if every light goes out, │ find me in the fallout. │ **Sit down.** │ └─ 🖤 © 2026 by ⟣ †๏ηเ¢ ⟢ & Ecoshadow & ꧁༺ Tαɾʝα ༻꧂ | AI-GENERATED CONTENT | gem. Art. 50 EU AI Act · Verordnung EU 2024/1689
